At that moment, in a luxurious office in the middle of the city, the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet.
A man in an expensive suit was seated behind his desk. His gaze was fixed on the documents he had been holding as he scanned them over for any details he might need.
Just then, a man in glasses pushed the door open and went inside.
He stood in front of his boss, bowing his head in greeting.
"President, Miss Yao has already settled this matter herself. It looks like you don't have to do anything to Flight 397 after all. She already has that handled."
Hearing this, Cheng Yan finally raised his head. A small smile grew on his lips. "She did well."
The secretary nodded.
"That man—is he from the Yang Family?"
"His name is Yang Nian—the sole heir of the Yang Family."
"Ah." He slowly nodded. "And there seems to be another member of the Yan Family, I believe?"
